[00:30.00]I'm not the greatest writter.Oh,I'm not the greatest,no.
[00:34.47]I'm not perfect,nor even novelist.This time you better listen up.
[00:39.58]Oh!Life have barely changed.
[00:43.48]Twenty two,still pissed,plenty of shits in the backpack and nikes on my feet.
[00:50.01]Many pieces are missing since I came back home.
[00:55.02]I can't deal with my own life,I'm incomplete.
[00:58.84]Another empty wreck...Shit!
[01:09.97]I'm just the shell of a man which is absent.
[01:13.23]I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant.
[01:17.17]What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted, my balls in the inkwell.
[01:24.08]**** it,I'm done with swallowing bullshit since hitting it off has become an addiction.
[01:32.00]I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem.
[01:41.91]Some black clouds will get so much bigger no matter how lucky I am.
[01:49.92]I've never learned how to live with the thunder.
[01:57.00]My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights.
[02:09.00]With my eyes half shut.
[02:11.85]I do live through these lines,writing this song just to say what I got to.
[02:19.00]I need much more than these words just to show you that it's a struggle to be able to believe in this life.
[02:27.88]Hey! Hey! I write with my heart open.
[02:34.88]Hey! Hey! Even if It can be so callous.
[02:43.00]Hey! Hey! Just listen.
[02:46.00]This heartbeat have so much to say.
[02:50.00] I just can't keep it in. I just won't it in.
[03:06.97]I'm not the greatest writer and this isn't the greatest song.
[03:11.53]I'm not perfect,nor even novelist, I'm not saint, I'm not a ****ing prophet.
[03:16.57]**** this, I'm just drifting.
[03:19.08]I keep moving pushed by the movement.
[03:21.58]I'm still trying to pull the strings of my ****ing life.
[03:27.01]Oh,you can keep the pain,the fame,the money and the whore [03:32.02]'cause I'm a body shaped shell in a sorry state.
[03:47.00]"My friends,you better listen!
[03:50.77]This man you see now isn't totally different, along the road he thought he'll found himself,
[03:57.53]a ****ing sense at these goddamn feelings".
[04:01.57] I'm just the shell of a man which is absent.
[04:05.48]I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant.
[04:09.00]What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted,my balls in the inkwell.
[04:17.51]**** it,I'm done with swallowing bullshit since hitting it off has become an addiction.
[04:24.12]I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem.
[04:32.97]I'm just the shell of a man which is absent.
[04:40.00]I wear his skin but I'm partially vacant.
[04:47.03]My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights.